voice.
“ I've
got an interview to be a bather at Poppy's Pet Grooming at nine, and
then in the afternoon I have an interview to be an office assistant
at Syngex Incorporated.”
“ You
probably won't get the Syngex job,” Mandy commented dryly.
“ Then
why did you apply me for it?” I gritted my teeth.
“ Half
of the job postings didn't have the company name listed. I mainly
just applied you based on job description.”
“ Well
then, I guess I won't bother going to that one.”
“ Go
anyway.”
“ Why?
If it's a waste of time, then what's the point?”
She
thought for a moment. “It might not be a waste of your time.
They probably won't put you anywhere near Jack Kemble. I was just
over thinking things when I said that.”
“ Who's
Jack Kemble and why does it matter if I'm near him or not?” I
arched an eyebrow.
She
shook her head. “No wonder you haven't gotten a job yet.
Haven't you been researching these companies before you've gone out
to them?”
“ No.”
“ Jennifer!”
Mandy raised her voice, a clear sign of disappointment. When I didn't
respond, she continued, “Jack Kemble owns Syngex Incorporated.
The guy is a celebrity around here. I'm surprised you've never heard
of him.”
“ I
could not care less about businessmen.”
“ He's
not just any businessman. He's wealthy beyond words and ridiculously
attractive. He was dating that one girl from your favorite movie.”
“ Interesting,”
I replied, not really caring. “Yeah, if this guy is as big a
deal as you're making him out to be, then I doubt they'd put me
anywhere near him.”
“ You're
probably right. The reason I said I didn't think you'd get it though
is because he has a certain taste for blondes.” Mandy glanced
at my long dark-brown hair.
“ Well,
I want to work for him, not fuck him.”
“ From
what I've heard, you don't do one without the other. But again,
that's only if you work close to him. You'll probably never even see
him.”
“ Good.
He sounds like a jack ass.”
“ Please
don't take that attitude to the interview.” She gave me a
pleading look.
“ I
won't. I promise,” I used my mocking voice, though we both knew
I was serious. “Well, I'm not dying my hair blonde just for a
job. If that Jack Kemble guy only hires bimbos, then I'd rather not
work in his office anyway. Ditsy bitches drive me nuts.”
“ Positive
mind. Don't make it an issue before you even walk through the door.
That's half of your problem. You tend to make things worse than they
are.”
“ I'm
making educated guesses,” I teased.
“ Well,
don't.” She wasn't in the teasing mood.
The
following day brought with it a whole new set of miseries. After
spending fifteen minutes in training for the pet bather job, I walked
out, despite it being the first place that actually gave me a chance.
Who knew that squeezing dog assholes was part of the job? Bleck. That
was definitely not for me.
By
the time I got home to change for Syngex, I was mentally chastising
myself for not sticking with the dog bather job. If I wasn't employed
within the next few days, I'd be out on the streets. What was wrong
with me?
I
tried to wash my depression away in the shower, but it didn't work
too well. After weeks of spending every day going from one company to
the next and facing rejection, I was just about done. This was it, I
told myself. If Syngex wouldn't take me, then I was going to start
planning my move.
Despite
my burdened mind, I gathered myself together as best I could to head
to Syngex. The traffic of downtown New York City did little to quell
my nerves, and by the time I got to the Human Resources Department, I
was already sure I had blown the interview before even stepping
inside. I was a frazzled mess of anxiety, and grumpy to boot. This
would definitely not go well.
Not
surprisingly, I was interviewed by a man. He was nowhere near a movie
star though. Older, and with a balding head, he watched my every
movement with a deadpan
“ I've
got an interview to be a bather at Poppy's Pet Grooming at nine, and
then in the afternoon I have an interview to be an office assistant
at Syngex Incorporated.”
“ You
probably won't get the Syngex job,” Mandy commented dryly.
“ Then
why did you apply me for it?” I gritted my teeth.
“ Half
of the job postings didn't have the company name listed. I mainly
just applied you based on job description.”
“ Well
then, I guess I won't bother going to that one.”
“ Go
anyway.”
“ Why?
If it's a waste of time, then what's the point?”
She
thought for a moment. “It might not be a waste of your time.
They probably won't put you anywhere near Jack Kemble. I was just
over thinking things when I said that.”
“ Who's
Jack Kemble and why does it matter if I'm near him or not?” I
arched an eyebrow.
She
shook her head. “No wonder you haven't gotten a job yet.
Haven't you been researching these companies before you've gone out
to them?”
“ No.”
“ Jennifer!”
Mandy raised her voice, a clear sign of disappointment. When I didn't
respond, she continued, “Jack Kemble owns Syngex Incorporated.
The guy is a celebrity around here. I'm surprised you've never heard
of him.”
“ I
could not care less about businessmen.”
“ He's
not just any businessman. He's wealthy beyond words and ridiculously
attractive. He was dating that one girl from your favorite movie.”
“ Interesting,”
I replied, not really caring. “Yeah, if this guy is as big a
deal as you're making him out to be, then I doubt they'd put me
anywhere near him.”
“ You're
probably right. The reason I said I didn't think you'd get it though
is because he has a certain taste for blondes.” Mandy glanced
at my long dark-brown hair.
“ Well,
I want to work for him, not fuck him.”
“ From
what I've heard, you don't do one without the other. But again,
that's only if you work close to him. You'll probably never even see
him.”
“ Good.
He sounds like a jack ass.”
“ Please
don't take that attitude to the interview.” She gave me a
pleading look.
“ I
won't. I promise,” I used my mocking voice, though we both knew
I was serious. “Well, I'm not dying my hair blonde just for a
job. If that Jack Kemble guy only hires bimbos, then I'd rather not
work in his office anyway. Ditsy bitches drive me nuts.”
“ Positive
mind. Don't make it an issue before you even walk through the door.
That's half of your problem. You tend to make things worse than they
are.”
“ I'm
making educated guesses,” I teased.
“ Well,
don't.” She wasn't in the teasing mood.
The
following day brought with it a whole new set of miseries. After
spending fifteen minutes in training for the pet bather job, I walked
out, despite it being the first place that actually gave me a chance.
Who knew that squeezing dog assholes was part of the job? Bleck. That
was definitely not for me.
By
the time I got home to change for Syngex, I was mentally chastising
myself for not sticking with the dog bather job. If I wasn't employed
within the next few days, I'd be out on the streets. What was wrong
with me?
I
tried to wash my depression away in the shower, but it didn't work
too well. After weeks of spending every day going from one company to
the next and facing rejection, I was just about done. This was it, I
told myself. If Syngex wouldn't take me, then I was going to start
planning my move.
Despite
my burdened mind, I gathered myself together as best I could to head
to Syngex. The traffic of downtown New York City did little to quell
my nerves, and by the time I got to the Human Resources Department, I
was already sure I had blown the interview before even stepping
inside. I was a frazzled mess of anxiety, and grumpy to boot. This
would definitely not go well.
Not
surprisingly, I was interviewed by a man. He was nowhere near a movie
star though. Older, and with a balding head, he watched my every
movement with a deadpan
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